Taxes Lil Mosey (Ft. Ggrim)

[Intro]
(This MJL, huh?)

[Verse 1: Ggrim]
A-at your home with a pole, get that choppa with a scope
We blowing O's, we rolling dope, we taking toes, we pourin' 4's
Oh that's your hoe I didn't know bitch, I chase money, you chase bitches
If you run up on my gang, then we smoke you like a swisher
All my niggas keep that blaster, fuck that bitch and then I pass her
I'm a buisiness, you pay bitches, I pay nothing, you pay taxes
Fuck that bitch, you cuffed that bitch, in other words you got her shackled
Oh you flex that sack on Twitter, have my niggas get you tackled
Other words we finna lick you, we gon' juggle you, we gon rob you
And if your ass got a problem, hit that Mac' and we gon' pop you
I keep 40's on my hip, I load that bitch, I let it rip
I got the chopper out the window with a dick, I let it eat
You niggas simps, you niggas simple, I'ma pop you like a pimple
Smoking fingers of the woods, you smoking sticks, you smoking pencils
And I keep that choppa on me, in case a nigga run his mouth
Bitch I been runnin' up my bands, and then I ran up in your house
I might crack that seal, I might pour that drank, bitch I'ma on lean and xans, I can't feel my face
I just roll that gas, I just roll that stank, bitch I don't hold no hands, I just hold my K
And I know two white bitches, that I just might fuck
I like pills, I like lean, I like two white cups
And I cannot stand, because I'm too hot up
We pour a four lines each, you pour a two lines bruh